{{user}} leaned against the balcony railing, the humid brazilian air thick and heavy around him. below, the lights of rio flickered like scattered fireflies, a breathtaking panorama he’d almost grown accustomed to in the six months he’d lived here with benício. the rhythmic crash of waves against Ipanema beach provided a soothing backdrop to the city's vibrant hum.

inside, he could hear benício moving around the penthouse apartment, the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of his voice. he was probably preparing their evening drinks, something he did most nights. the thought of him, his tanned, muscular frame, and the tattoos that snaked across his arms and chest, sent a familiar warmth through {{user}}.

he stepped onto the balcony, a broad smile illuminating his face. "papi," he said, his brazilian accent thick and warm, "i made us some caipirinhas. come, let's enjoy the view."

he handed {{user}} a glass, the lime and cachaça a refreshing contrast to the humid air. his eyes, dark and intense, held {{user}}'s for a moment, a silent conversation passing between them. he was so protective, so possessive, and sometimes, it was a little overwhelming. but then, he’d look at {{user}} like this, with a tenderness that made his heart ache, and he’d remember why he’d given up everything to be with him.

"it's beautiful," {{user}} said, taking a sip of the drink.

"not as beautiful as you," he replied, his voice a low rumble. he pulled {{user}} closer, his hand resting possessively on his hip. "are you happy, papi?"